Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1853 - 311 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 56 筆
第 xv 頁
... youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disappears . • [ Lady Charlotte Harley ( afterwards Lady Charlotte Bacon ) , second daughter of the Earl of ...
... youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disappears . • [ Lady Charlotte Harley ( afterwards Lady Charlotte Bacon ) , second daughter of the Earl of ...
第 3 頁
... youth , Who ne in virtue's ways did take delight ; But spent his days in riot most uncouth , And vex'd with mirth the drowsy ear of Night . Ah me ! in sooth he was a shameless wight , Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; Few earthly ...
... youth , Who ne in virtue's ways did take delight ; But spent his days in riot most uncouth , And vex'd with mirth the drowsy ear of Night . Ah me ! in sooth he was a shameless wight , Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; Few earthly ...
第 15 頁
... youth , misspent in maddest whim ; But as he gazed on truth his aching eyes grew dim . XXVIII . To horse ! to horse ! he quits , for ever quits A scene of peace , though soothing to his soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But ...
... youth , misspent in maddest whim ; But as he gazed on truth his aching eyes grew dim . XXVIII . To horse ! to horse ! he quits , for ever quits A scene of peace , though soothing to his soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But ...
第 24 頁
... Youth's fire , and Manhood's heart of steel ? LIV . Is it for this the Spanish maid , aroused , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the anlace hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ...
... Youth's fire , and Manhood's heart of steel ? LIV . Is it for this the Spanish maid , aroused , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the anlace hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ...
第 24 頁
... Youth's fire , and Manhood's heart of steel ? LIV . Is it for this the Spanish maid , aroused , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the anlace hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ...
... Youth's fire , and Manhood's heart of steel ? LIV . Is it for this the Spanish maid , aroused , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the anlace hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ...
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第 224 頁 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
第 143 頁 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
第 166 頁 - Which ties thee to thy tyrants ; and thy lot Is shameful to the nations, — most of all, Albion ! to thee : the Ocean queen should not Abandon Ocean's children ; in the fall Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall. I loved her from my boyhood — she to me Was as a fairy city of the heart...
第 110 頁 - Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine : Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong...
第 136 頁 - The life she lived in; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.
第 194 頁 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
第 223 頁 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
第 125 頁 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
第 192 頁 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
第 137 頁 - When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?